B-rave the raging storm
U-ntil it turns into sunrise;
E-xpect the unexpected,
N-ight of sorrow shall arise.
A-fter the raindrops stop,
V-ile weather becomes fair;
E-vening shadows go by,
N-ew dawn shines on your birth affair.
T-wilight may weaken you,
U-sing its deep darkness;
R-ays from the sky though
A-im to give you some toughness.
D-aytime is coming soon, as the cold chill is over;
E-arly breeze brings fresh force to the one true believer.
C-alendared by the Lord
A-s the day you were born;
S-econd month of the year
T-wenty-first break of morn.
R-ight from the start, God did not cast you away;
O-n the way to the heaven, He will always show the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem